]]>http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?feed=rss2&p=13190Tedious Dream Recollectionhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1311
http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1311#commentsWed, 02 Mar 2016 09:46:26 +0000Alastairhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1311Last night I dreamt I was buying hardcore pornography from a garage. £11 for a single magazine it was. My subconscious is a right rip off. And it was secondhand too, so God alone knows where it had come from. The guy at the till was of an indeterminate ethnicity, which made me nervous. My subconscious is also mildly racist it transpires. He was vocally very enthusiastic about the purchase I was making. This unsettled me as well, but not for long, as I realised that my parents were still in the car.

]]>http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?feed=rss2&p=13170Prime Minister David Cameron Definitely Did Put His Penis Into The Severed Head Of A Pighttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1315
http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1315#commentsTue, 22 Sep 2015 17:15:18 +0000Alastairhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1315Happy day after St. Piggins Day.

There’s one small group of people I feel sorry for over this whole affair. Not the pig’s family – they’re not people. Can’t you read? Not the PM, obviously, nor his friends, family, constituents, fellow swine inserters or other pals who misconstrued the phrase pork sword. Not even whatever actual relevant news story has been smothered or ‘accidentally’ suppressed by this whole farrago. No, there is one small group who will suffer even more so.

Ladies and gentlemen, please pity the poor unfortunates who have to sift through the open submissions to Newsjack (I’m not going to italicise it, as I still don’t entirely believe it’s a programme). The sheer quantity of crap, bacon based puns those unlucky saps are going to have to sift through over the next week will surely be horrendous. The fact that pretty much none of it will get through compliance due to the higher ups panicking about charter renewal, means that even if there are diamonds amongst the swill, non one will never hear them.

]]>http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?feed=rss2&p=13090Promotionhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1306
http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1306#commentsSun, 13 Sep 2015 23:08:33 +0000Alastairhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1306How about putting on a regular gig night where all the members of every band have to do shots between songs? Would that work? The sight and sounds of a group getting smashed and (presumably) more shambolic over the course of a set seems strangely appealing. But would they want to do it? Would anyone but me want to see it? And why can’t I think of an amusing punning title for such a venture?
]]>http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?feed=rss2&p=13061Anger Deficiencyhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1304
http://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1304#commentsFri, 11 Sep 2015 17:04:30 +0000Alastairhttp://www.somethingfortheweakened.co.uk/?p=1304I’m just not narked enough these days. The steady encroachment of middle age; having had the same employer for the best part of two decades; always having enough to eat and a roof over my head. It’s all added up to a all consuming state of apathy. A funk. One which I’m fully aware that I am the only one who can prize myself out of. I’m fully aware of how utterly fucked the world appears to be, but when I awake every morning, brush the hangover from my eyes and look out the window to hear the crickets chirrup and steel myself for another day’s tedium at work, I find it near impossible to summon up the muster to care about much of anything.

And that’s one of the reasons it’s been quiet here.

Let’s see if I can force myself out of my fug and start writing things again.